We have fed you all for a thousand years
And you hail us still unfed
Though there's never a dollar of all your wealth But marks the workers dead
We have yielded our best to give you rest
And you lie on crimson wool
But if blood be the price of all your wealth
Good God we have paid in full
There is never a mine blown skyward now
But we're buried alive for you
There's never a wreck drifts shoreward now
But we are its ghastly crew
Go reckon our dead by the forges red
And the factories where we spin
If blood be the price of your cursed wealth
Good God we have paid it in
We have fed you all for a thousand years
For that was our doom, you know
From the days when you chained us in your fields To the strike a week ago
You have taken our lives, and our babies and wives And we're told it's your legal share
But if blood be the price of your lawful wealth Good God we bought it fair.
